When he returned from LA
to pay his father respect,
there lying comatose
he felt uneasy, unsure.
Some package now & then for the old man,
a few dollars to tide him over
because university pay
was too measly to keep body & soul together…
Did they amount to anything
that his heart thought
would compensate for his absence?
But he was left to the care of his mother
He the son was all alone to solve
the riddles of his life while he
who sees nothing but his own shut eyes
was struggling somewhere.
He missed a lot other children had.
Yes, the rule of the blood
cannot be wished away,
but the burden of paying for what he has become
is too heavy a load as he looked at his father –
mute, immobile & left for dead.
Yes, everything is a puzzle
but this time something is bloody sure, defined:
Too late he has returned to his father’s side.